Chapter 12: Wild Thoughts!
"What kind of overseas market are you talking about? I don't want to be scammed by you!"
Wu Feng cursed with a smile, "Besides, I have so little capital, how can I qualify to open an overseas market?"
"Then what do you want to do?"
Kwan Tsai Sum asked curiously, "Let me make it clear beforehand, I'm not getting involved in anything that doesn't make money!"
"It's about selling the player albums I made in Sen Ge's venues!"
Wu Feng was blunt: "How about twenty dollars for a regular album and seventy-one for a special edition?"
"Not good!"
Kwan Tsai Sum sneered, "You've gone mad with greed, haven't you? Trying to fleece me?"
"Why would I need to buy from you when I can make the player albums myself?"
"Heh, Sen Ge, can you guarantee that your subordinates won't tamper with the printing of the player albums to make money?"
Wu Feng said disdainfully, "If the quality of the albums has problems, it won't just be Sen Ge who loses face, but also your Brother behind you and the entire Wo On Lok!"
"Besides, the albums I make will be updated from time to time. Sen Ge, you can't possibly be so shameless as to copy them directly, can you?"
"So what?"
Kwan Tsai Sum rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Anyway, I don't care about that little bit of money!"
If it were outside, if a big shot from a small gang dared to speak to him like that, he would have already turned hostile and slapped them.
However, their relationship inexplicably improved, and they often bathed and went to the sauna together.
When did this change begin? It should have been after Kwan Tsai Sum brought his subordinates to Da Fu Hao Sauna on the day Hung Yee Sit Lord Huang Wengang dealt with external gang pressure by resolving the trouble through a challenge match.
For some reason, Kwan Tsai Sum seemed to have taken a liking to the place.
He came almost every night, and as long as Tuen Mun was fine, he basically stayed at Da Fu Hao Sauna.
Whether it was to satisfy physiological needs or have a late-night snack, everything was resolved at the sauna.
As a result, Wu Feng, who was staying at the sauna in Tuen Mun, quickly became familiar and friendly with him.
Not only Kwan Tsai Sum, but his core subordinates also had a good relationship with Wu Feng.
Because of their presence, the business of several small hotels nearby improved significantly.
Outsiders who didn't know would even think that Da Fu Hao Sauna was Kwan Tsai Sum's Tuen Mun turf.
This situation was naturally quite strange. Later, Wu Feng noticed that every time the Miss technicians from the sauna returned from their physical examinations, Kwan Tsai Sum would meticulously review their reports, and only then did he suddenly understand.
Damn, Kwan Tsai Sum was afraid of getting infected!
It seems that what Brother said to Kwan Tsai Sum on the day of the challenge match scared this guy.
An owner like Wu Feng, who is generous enough to arrange a physical examination for Da Fu Hao Sauna employees every half a month, is definitely unique among nightclub businesses in Hong Kong.
This expenditure is not small; it can reduce the sauna's monthly net income by about ten percent!
In other words, after paying the gang and then paying the Si Jiu and Blue Lanterns who guard the place, he himself only gets a little over ten percent of the net income.
But Wu Feng didn't care; the most crucial thing was that he felt at ease living in the sauna.
That's right, he had already moved out of his rented apartment and simply lived on the third floor of the sauna. The layout here was similar to a hotel room, much more comfortable than his previous rental.
He didn't have to clean himself, nor did he have to cook; everything was readily available.
His personal safety was also guaranteed; there would be no scenario like Chen Haonan and others ambushing Ba Bi in the movies.
Kwan Tsai Sum probably crunched the numbers, so he didn't implement physical examinations in his own venues.
Although he was no longer a low-level thug, it was absolutely impossible for him to feel empathy for the Misses in his venues.
To play it safe and avoid trouble, he naturally made Da Fu Hao Sauna his regular base.
The key was that Wu Feng was slacking off in gang affairs, showing a posture of not wanting to get too deeply involved, which made Kwan Tsai Sum drop most of his guard. At least, conflicts over gang interests rarely occurred.
Once they became familiar, there was naturally no need to be polite in their speech.
Wu Feng's personal combat ability was evident, and he was extremely cautious; even when taking a sauna, he didn't forget to keep his nunchaku within reach, so Kwan Tsai Sum couldn't do anything about him.
"I'm talking about big business!"
Seeing Kwan Tsai Sum being unreasonable, Wu Feng said exasperatedly, "If Hung Yee wasn't strong enough, it wouldn't be your turn to show off here. Go somewhere cool!"
"Oh, tell me about it!"
Kwan Tsai Sum didn't mind, asking curiously, "Don't try to fool me, kid!"
"During the World Cup, the football atmosphere is hot. Not only can we sell player albums, but player posters are the main attraction!"
"Especially students, with a little guidance, wouldn't they buy several player posters each?"
"Things like the Netherlands' Three Musketeers, West Germany's Three Horsemen, Argentina's superstar Old Ma, and Brazil's White Pele, plus their basic personal information, are expected to sell out!"
"Also, leveraging the hot football atmosphere, spend a little money to sponsor a few middle schools to play matches, and incidentally sell some pirated sneakers and jerseys, which will be another considerable income!"
"If there's enough time, we can even make exquisite strong team player cards, and even dolls!"
He paused here, and seeing Kwan Tsai Sum's dumbfounded expression, Wu Feng couldn't help but secretly curl his lips.
This is just the beginning!
He hadn't even mentioned the truly powerful money-making methods; he was afraid of being hunted down afterward.
As long as the preparations are sufficient, a few 'match experts' can be artificially created, capable of accurately predicting the winning teams from the group stage all the way to the semi-finals.
Once their reputation is big enough, just collecting 'consultation fees' from numerous bettors would be a considerable sum!
If he were even more ruthless, he could completely collude with underground bookmakers, using his reputation to attract traffic and earn even more astonishing profits. If he were bolder, he could directly force Macau casinos to pay 'security fees'.
Although he had only seen such operations in novels, he was sure there was a real-world basis for them!
If he really played it this way, Wu Feng was sure that even international big bookmakers would be alarmed and send assassins to eliminate him, an unsettling factor who was wildly snatching food from their plates.
In fact, remembering many of the commercial 'Slutty Operation' (literally 'Sexy Operation', often meaning 'shady' or 'clever but morally ambiguous' operations) in online novels, Wu Feng had many, many ideas.
If he had a comprehensive entertainment media group, he would also do novels, comics, animation, toys, and other football-related merchandise, all to maximize profits.
With the popularization of televisions and the gradual deepening of football commercialization, the World Cup, held every four years, has become increasingly influential, even becoming one of the biggest global hot topics for a period of time.
As long as he could leverage this wave of popularity and convert the massive traffic into actual economic benefits, the profits he could earn would be astonishing.
The key was that all the money earned would be legitimate!
Perhaps, he could even leap to become a regional, or even world-class, entertainment or sports tycoon.
If Kwan Tsai Sum knew about his wild ideas, he would definitely curse him for being crazy.
To achieve the perfection he imagined, the difficulty and the connections needed were beyond what ordinary business elites could handle, let alone gang big shots like them.
Wu Feng would certainly scoff: As a professional web novel writer, if one's mind isn't active and full of wild ideas, what's the point of doing this job?